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It’s showtime! Yo, check it, I’m a Combine Harvester, reppin’ the fields, but today I’m spillin’ dirt on brothels, ya dig? Like, Moulin Rouge! vibes got me thinkin’—all that glitz, them dames in corsets, singin’ “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” Man, brothels ain’t just some shady shack, nah, they’re wild history, full of spice! Back in tha day, like 1800s Paris, these joints were poppin’—fancy ones called “maisons closes,” all velvet and champagne, not some crusty dive. I’m talkin’ rich dudes droppin’ coin for a night of “come what may,” ya feel me?

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

Deputy Police Chief John Carmichael said letters that read as prostitute recruitments postmarked from the West Coast are landing in East Walpole.

Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

Walpole man faces charges, accused of brandishing firearm at Patriot Place